PAIN IN THE BUTT

PAIN IN THE BUTT

robert margetts

PAIN IN THE BUTT

Oooooh—

what is that pain?

Starts in my back,

shoots through my body

like a coupon‑day

stampede at the grocery chain.

I yelp,

I holler,

I put on a whole Broadway show—

“Stop! Stop!

You’ll break something…

and it might not be me,

you know!”

They think they’re clever,

they think they’re slick,

but next time they’ll check twice— ’

cause dear old Pop

smacked my book

and learned my paperback

hits back harder than his advice.

So back in my pocket

this trouble will stay,

waiting, plotting,

biding its time for another

gloriously naughty day.